I can’t tell if I feel so weird from my age, 24, an age where I feel like I should start feeling like an adult and understand what a 401K is, or the fact that the world is kinda in shambles.
It’s 3:44AM and we’re sitting at a Maryland rest stop with my mom snoring next to me.
I know this isn’t really something to travel to but it gives you a taste of adventure in your own town while most borders are still locked down due to COVID-19.
I was going to write about something pertaining to work and acquaintances but my failed run made me think otherwise.
What better time to look back on the year than the unofficial start of the summer, the first long weekend of the pandemic, the phase one of opening back up.
Getting to roll out of bed and start working has its perks but it turned into a struggle to separate my work and home life. While working in the office the second I leave and walk through my door to a kiss from my boyfriend that means I am home, no more work. That’s my time to myself. When we first started this WFH life I didn’t have that physical line that divided my life and it made it hard to say no to work.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, nostalgia’s a killer.
In my time hanging out with my family, I forgot how important it is to have alone time, too. To let my thoughts go wild. To create something. To learn something. And just rejuvenate so I don’t implode.
It was nice catching up with them but we kept it short and sweet so we don’t end up resenting each other for having to deal with awkward small talk. And that’s what it should be. People should be so terrified to set a time limit on their interactions.
I think I have a few things to share to my fellow quarantinees. I know you’re thinking, girl, everyone has their own tips and tricks, but hear me out, I’m cute and weird so I’m using it.